Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, the year-end was approaching. Companies across the country began preparing for the holidays. Before long, it would be the Spring Festival—a holiday described abroad as full of gun smoke and the sound of artillery.
Qinglin Villa, Qinglin Laboratory, and Qinglin Food Company were also preparing for the year-end. This year's annual party would have to be livelier, especially since they had so many more employees.
But there was a problem: they had nowhere large enough to accommodate everyone. Even County Hall wouldn't do, so they would have to find several venues and hold the party at the same time.
This year, County Hall could only invite senior management and the employees of the month.
The three companies had a great many employees of the month combined.
Still, that was only a temporary arrangement for this year.
The newly developed area in the county had a large stadium that could hold tens of thousands of people.
It was a bit of a vanity project, but such facilities would also help with the bid for city status, provided they didn't burden the people and the county could afford to build them.
Fortunately, Youcheng's current tax revenue was the envy of many cities. They could afford it.
By next year, Qinglin Company could rent the stadium and bring employees from all three companies together for the annual party.
Qinglin Manor office.
Lin Lanzi held a list and reported to Qin Lin. "As for the guests invited to this year's annual party, the agents for Qinglin Tomato Sauce: Manager Cheng will send twenty red envelopes of 1,000 yuan each, and Manager Li will bring twenty red envelopes of 1,000 yuan each. The Shanghai Province agent for Qinglin Leisure Tea, Manager Zeng, will bring twenty red